Quotes About Details

Writers rarely set out to be national writers. They need small, intimate worlds, full of details; the macro scale of countries, especially those as wide and various as India, cannot be their direct material.

trivial details were what true life was made of.

Parece que en esto radicaría la supuesta magia que obra un buen poema: ideas, recuerdos y todos los detalles de un escenario presente y la acción que lo ocupa tienen igual rango y el mismo peso; infundido de una fuerza verbal animadora (pero vaga), el mundo irradia particularidad.

The small details of life often hide a great significance.

I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him in, memorize him, save him up so I can live on the image, later: the lines of his body, the texture of his flesh, the glisten of sweat on his pelt, his long sardonic unrevealing face. I ought to have done that with Luke, paid more attention, to the details, the moles and scares, the singular creases; I didn't and he's fading. Day by day, night by night he recedes, and I become more faithless.

When you focus on details like this - close up, really clear, totally useless - you know you're in shock

When I entertain at home, I take time and pleasure in the small details that make all the difference. Entertaining is about giving to people and sharing with them.

Far from being accidental details, the properties of nature's basic building blocks are deeply entwined with the fabric of space and time.

Funny, that no one had ever asked what had happened to the dishes, the scraps, the crumbs in the photographs, on the poster.

There is ecstasy in paying attention... Anyone who wants to can be surprised by the beauty or pain of the natural world, of the human mind and heart, and can try to capture just that - the details, the nuance, what is. If you start to look around, you will start to see.

Anyone who wants to can be surprised by the beauty or pain of the natural world, of the human mind and heart, and can try to capture that--the details, the nuance, what is.

Sitting alone with Jean, Avery felt for the first time that he was part of the world, engaged in the same simple happiness that was known to so many and was so miraculous. He wanted to know everything; he did not mean this carelessly. He wanted to know the child and the schoolgirl, what she'd believed in and what she'd loved, what she'd worn and what she'd read -- no detail was too small or insignificant -- so that when at last he touched her, his hands would have this intelligence.

Lestat appeared to be studying Stirling, who had fallen silent, staring at Lestat, perhaps doing that little mental trick of memorizing all the details about which h would write later on. Members of the Talamasca were especially trained to do it.

The world always had more details than you could remember, more than you could even see, and a thousand times more than you could ever write down. You were always deleting and forgetting far more than you could express in words.

My memory is strange that way. I often remember people I've never met and events and places I've never seen. I don't think I'm some mystical bastard. I just think I pay attention to the details.

So what do we need to do? (Kat) One: Don't die. Two: Don't get bitten. (Sin) And? (Kat) Kick their ass. (Sin) Good plan. Little vague on the details. (Kat) Isn't it, though? (Sin)

...in life it is often the tiny details that end up being the most important.

In the day-to-day life of a traveling musician, it's easy to miss so many details. The world goes by at high-speed; it will take your breath away.

Seinfeld has his way of telling jokes - and I'm not comparing myself to Seinfeld, his genius is observing the small details of everyday life and finding humor in it.

People are interested in relevant stories. In big events. But I'm not interested in big things; I'm interested in the smaller details of life.

There are things that feel so small but are such a big part of life.

The reality of the situation is life on Earth has not changed. We need facts, we need events, we need specifics on things.

elsewise adj. struck by the poignant strangeness of other people's homes, which smell and feel so different than your own-seeing the details of their private living space, noticing their little daily rituals, the way they've arranged their things, the framed photos of people you'll never know.

I only know I'm living in the interval between The luxuries of consciousness and the straits of sorrow, A bare condition of mere being in which nothing changes And a life is just the sum of its details as it slowly slips away. — John Koethe, from "On Being Dead," Beyond Belief: Poems (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2022)